If I can write just one poem that will turn the minds of a few to a more decent outlook...what does it matter if I compose a bad line or lose my reputation as a craftsman?...I used to think it very im...
It was not, Zelda wrote, prosperity or the softness of life, or any instability that marred the war generation; it was a great emotional disappointment resulting from the fact that life moved in poeti...
He fought for his very survival. If he fought dirty sometimes that does not diminish the fact that he refused to give up.
Jack Reed, whom The New York Times had labeled the Bolshevik agitator, hesitated and then equivocated on the stand. But by then the defense of The Masses was plain: criticism of the government didn't...
PARIS APRIL 1ST, 1922 A mile of clean sand. I will write my name here, and the trouble that is in my heart. I will write the date & place of my birth, What I was to be, And what I am. I will write my...
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent. Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of a...
It’s the first time I’ve seen early morning in a terribly long time— The sun all yellow and red, like a huge luminous peach hanging on a black shadow-tree—just visible thru the mist—
In reality, there is no materialist like the artist, asking back from life the double and the wastage and the cost on what he puts out in emotional usury.
Zelda was a creature who overflowed with activity, radiant with desire to take from life every chance her charm, youth, and intelligence provided so abundantly.
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
I was in love with a whirlwind and I must spin a net big enough to catch it,
I am wild, if you like; but I stayed in my burrow a long, long time, - nibbling your straws and snapping at your fingers, but always just a little out of reach. Until at last I got to trust you so muc...
I hope I'll never get ambitious enough to try anything. It's so much nicer to be damned sure I could do it better than other people - and I might not could if I tried...
One of the first things Vincent explained to Norma was that there was a certain freedom of language in the Village that mustn't shock her. It wasn't vulgar. 'So we sat darning socks on Waverly Place a...
There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
The men came from every imaginable economic and social level of American life, men who were better dressed in their uniforms than ever before in their lives, as Zelda wrote later, and men from Princet...